Percy Jackson Horse Guy Novels & Stories

I looked at the cloudy sky and said, "The heat is almost going now. He'll be fine." Alpha Zackery thought for a while and said, "OK. I've already summoned my physician to bring him to us. And, you can take my horse with you." A soldier walked towards us with a giant white horse with golden manes. Alpha Zackery patted his neck and said, "His name is Blanco. He's a bit shy, but he's a very good horse." The horse quietly stroked his head against Alpha Zackery's hand. I wanted to pet him, but he snorted alertly and stepped back a bit. I sensed that he didn't want me to get closer to him.

"Who wants to join me?" The Cruel Prince muttered just as he mounted his black stallion. While that seemed like a normal horse it was obvious from the dark tendrils emanating from the horse's eyes that it had been infused with his dark magic. The horse named Maximus was a strong yet unruly horse and there had been plans of putting it down after its last attack on the poor Fae who had attempted to subdue it until Prince Aldric claimed and was able to tame it. It was obvious from the way both the master and the horse worked together that they were perfect for each other.

“And this is Cobalt. He is a thoroughbred Arabian and has enough trophies to fill this entire lawn.” Josh introduced a new horse to Millicent, his voice full of pride as he stroked the mane of the huge, imposing russet horse “We can take a look at the room dedicated to his feats, later. He was one of the stars in the eyes of Tommaso, the boss’s father.” “Did he win many contests?” Alice watched her daughter ask, very concentrated “Like... Spelling? I’ve seen older girls get candy for this when I’m at daycare.”

“That little boy—you look just like a girl.” Frigg watched him silently for a moment, then leaned close to Loki and whispered something in his ear. Loki nodded and obediently conjured a small flame in his hands, tossing it toward the tail of the divine horse. The horse’s tail caught fire, and it immediately bolted forward. The silver-haired man struggled to calm his horse while shouting angrily, “What’s your name? Don’t you know who I am? You brat—next time I see you, you’ll regret it!” His voice faded as he disappeared around the corner of a great hall.

Enrique said quickly, then he turned to me and asked, “You want to ride, mi amor?” “Su—sure, I would love to.” Although feeling nervous, I croaked a reply, quickly scanning the stable for a white stallion. I saw it next to the black Arabian thoroughbred’s box stall. This white stallion was my favorite of all the horses the Winner Family has. This was the horse I had been training together with auntie’s stepson, Lorde, while we were still fifteen. I called him Trinitus—a handsome Andalusian horse. With a click on his boots, Eriol strolled towards the wall, where there were a couple of other whips and crops hung upside down. He placed the flogger there and then went back to our attention.

Traditional folklore holds that the Horseman was a Hessian trooper who was killed during the Battle of White Plains on October 28, 1776. He was decapitated by a flying cannonball, and the shattered remains of his head were left on the battlefield while his comrades and troops hastily carried his body away.” “Thanks for the quick run down in history Alexa.” Gabe responded, “But why the bloody hell is he attacking our pack? what the hell do that guy want?” I said as I left my office, “He is here for Isabelle. He is after her, just like every other monster. I have to take care of him myself.” Gabe trailed behind me and asked, “What can we do?” I was reassured, “Make sure everyone is safe. I’ll

He frowns upon realizing his pegasus is unresponsive, until he looks up. A small hut glows an orange hue in the near distance, one that he swore he had never seen earlier. The steed immediately runs towards it, forcing the young god to let go of his reins. Upon reaching the comfortable warmth of the hut's outer layer, the horse snorts and bucks his two legs forward, as if beckoning him closer. He has learned to trust animal instincts, that's one of his first lessons with Chiron, the centaur, as a godling.

He remembered that he just blurted going on a horseback riding date without even asking if she knew how to ride a horse. “Of course! It’s normal since I came from a knight family!” Sera laughed as she walked towards the stable. The caretaker was pulling two horses, a black and a white one, as he walked towards them. “My Lord, this is Orion and Cassiopeia.” Orion was the shiny black horse while the white one was Cassiopeia. Judging by the looks of the horses, it seemed like Orion was Tyrone’s favorite horse and Cassiopeia was the one she would be riding that day.

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

I looked down at my black stilettos, then looked back up at him. “Really, Corpseboy?” “Hello, Miss Washington intern. Don't you look professional. It compliments my suit. Now, out to dinner. PALLOR!” Samael hollered. A fierce neigh came from the woods, followed by light clopping. His blue roan whinnied, prancing towards Samael. “No, Pallor, be fierce. Buck up: you're Death's steed, after all,” Samael said proudly, watching as his horse bore himself with pride, charging forwards-